For a reason, the slave was tied, whipped, raped, and caned, for hours without stop. Occasionally she tried to avoid the cane and got punished for it…and more caning. Eventually, with the last grain of her strength, she crawled Towards her Master in the midst of a flurry of caning, and embraced him lovingly. That was a beautiful act of a slave. The caning stopped, slave got piece. So did her Master!

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